Archive for July, 2008

I mean, I laughed really hard when I read this story for a lot of reasons, the least of which being that they were dressed like characters from “Top Gun.” Wow. 1987 called. It wants its sex symbols back.

Nobody thought to check out these guys before signing them to *cough* perform? I remember once, back in the day, I went to a “revue” at Club F-O-X in New Martinsville, and it was effin’ gross. I mean, greased up, mulleted, fake tanned skeezebags gyrating around like someone unleashed an unruly monkey in their pants. I didn’t pay for it. I don’t remember why I was there, but I vowed to never, ever see something like that in person … again.

But am I the only one who’s seeing this as the scenario in Culpeper?

I don’t know why, but I just have this feeling that’s what we were dealing with here.

I swear, if I thought I even had a fighting chance of getting this animal, I’d go pick her up tomorrow. I want her that much. I think she’d be a fun playmate for Inky and Walter. They’d wear. Her. Out.

It’s been a busy few days around the offices of Second Team Productions, proud sponsors of “On air. Online. On demand,” but to recap, here’s a look at some top news items.

In an e-mail to one of my good friends in San Diego, I wrote about my Dad’s latest condition update: I talked to Mom a little bit ago and she said that for the cognitive stuff, he knows the phrases and stuff in his head, but the part of his brain for pushing them out is what’s taking a while. Like, the speech therapist asked Dad (and he had a notebook) what food he wanted to eat more than anything. He wrote “hot dogs.” (I am SO my Dad’s kid). And she asked him if he had any children, and he wrote “Two girls.” She asked him where his hometown was, and he wrote “New Martinsville.” It’s just the act of pushing the words out of his face … He’s having to learn that.
He can walk only if he’s held up. That’s a priority is building up his strength to walk. He puts his feet on the floor and he can move himself around in a wheelchair just fine. He’s just not strong enough. Knows how to eat, all of that stuff. Still not 100 percent on the “going to the bathroom” thing, but you have to cut the guy a break on that, you know? He shouldn’t be alive.

Any crime becomes immediately more awesome if you do it naked: In today’s Charleston Daily Mail, there’s a delightful item about a guy from Clay getting liquored up and causing a ruckus at a convenience store. “While en route, deputies were informed by dispatchers that one of the people involved was drunk and naked, according to a complaint filed in Kanawha Magistrate Court.” Let’s get this party started right …

Also in today’s Daily Mail: Someone get this headline on a hot key — I suggest “Alt-F4” or something. 2 WVU basketball players arrested Thank you, insider douchebags, for ushering in the Bob Huggins era. We can only hope that the next batch of police reports are more impressive than this one, which, admittedly, is kinda weak. Yes, you, Board of Governors douches, shunned the upstanding, straight laced likes of John Beilein for your home boy. Better get the PR machine greased. If his track record plays out like it did at Cincinnati, this is only the beginning.

What do you mean CSS?!: I’m still working on learning how to use CSS or anything along that vein. I bought the actual domain www.girlofwords.com (a steal at $5.95) and my hope is to migrate this blog over to its new home. However, I can’t get the template like this one to look exactly how I’d hoped and I’m a perfectionist. Launch … inevitably delayed.

On my afternoon: I’m pretty sure I got my first ever prank call at work. I mean, I really think it was … She played the part of neighborhood harpie and asked me if she could read me the lead on her story for her community newsletter. It was about an old lady wanting to have sex again after she visited a therapist. I’m quite sure this couldn’t have been real. I had to eventually cut her off and hang up.

This one is dedicated to Brandon, who by no fault of his own got associated with this song and this association makes me laugh every time I hear the song. (Maybe he’ll leave a comment so he can tell you all about being victimized by this song at every given opportunity, because nothing says ‘I love you’ quite like a captive audience.)

It’s dangerous to tell me how much you hate a song when you live with me, especially if my little heart has some cheeseball fondness for it. Be assured that the video is JUST as cheeseball as the song.

Bonus if you can tell me what movie used this song prominently.

Double bonus if you ever heard the Glenn Beck show where he pretended to be a DJ for “Lance FM” and used this song as his hook.

(I’ve also been told by others this is probably the single worst song ever. I’m not sure. I’ll have to defer to my resident music critic, TW, to clear this one up for me.)

This one is dedicated to Brandon, who by no fault of his own got associated with this song and this association makes me laugh every time I hear the song. (Maybe he’ll leave a comment so he can tell you all about being victimized by this song at every given opportunity, because nothing says ‘I love you’ quite like a captive audience.)

It’s dangerous to tell me how much you hate a song when you live with me, especially if my little heart has some cheeseball fondness for it. Be assured that the video is JUST as cheeseball as the song.

Bonus if you can tell me what movie used this song prominently.

Double bonus if you ever heard the Glenn Beck show where he pretended to be a DJ for “Lance FM” and used this song as his hook.

(I’ve also been told by others this is probably the single worst song ever. I’m not sure. I’ll have to defer to my resident music critic, TW, to clear this one up for me.)